A Wolf's journey... part two...  

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8/11/2005 4:50 am

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A Wolf's journey... part two...

A Wolf's journey, continued...

She awoke with a start to the sound of movement. She squinted painfully in the firelight... firelight and shadows on walls... she was indoors... trapped. Panic welled up and she started to sit up, body moving clumsily in a form she hadn't taken for what seemed an eternity. She looked around wildly and started again at the sound of a voice...

Easy child... Here... Drink this...

She shrank back on the bed she'd been lain on until her back reached a corner, and she stared wide-eyed at the dark-robed figure.

Easy there... You're safe here... Drink this... You've had a fever...

Words were beginning to take on jumbled meaning in her fever-fogged mind... yes, words... she understood them. Cautiously she reached for the cup and took it with clumsy, shaking hands... Looked for a moment, uncomprehendingly, at the hands... the fingers... looked at the bandage-wrapped wrist... as memories of the events came flooding back, and she dropped the cup and raised her head in a silent scream. all gone... her entire pack... all gone... She huddled in the corner and sobbed brokenly, curling tightly in on herself as if to hide...

A weight settled on the bed near her, and she shrank further away, stilling as the sound of the voice came again...

There, there child... I know they're gone... shhhhhh... You're safe here... Another cup of liquid was held out to her... Drink... and then rest.... We'll talk later...

Tentatively, she took the cup again and sipped. The mild tea soothed her dry throat. She drank the rest in a few swallows and handed the cup back. She watched the man warily as he rose and crossed the room to a chair by the fire. Deciding that there was no alternative in her weakened state, she lay back into the pillows and pulled the fur pelts over her, idly realizing that she was bare underneath them. She was unaccustomed to feeling anything against her bare skin, so long ago had she left this form behind. She could still smell blood and black powder on the furs. As her mind tried to make sense of her situation, she struggled to keep her tired eyes focused on the imposing figure in the chair across the room... but she struggled in vain as sleep and the calming herbs of the tea overtook her exhausted body...

(to be continued...)


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